“Everything has been taken care of?" Peter asked when he saw Nicholas walking back to where he was sitting. He watched his son take his seat with a slight frown on his face.“Yes, it has. Turns out that the whole situation was because Miss Carter bumped into her younger sister by mistake." Nicholas replied after taking his seat next to his father. He felt that wasn't reason for Mark to push and pour wine over Eva, plus even slapping her across her face. He felt extremely annoyed when he saw how red the side of Eva's face was, that was the lady that had willingly rendered her help to his son without expecting something in return.“What a stupid dimwit is , the heir of the Johnson family. Causing a scene at my party all for a useless reason! However, I noticed Damien Cross' appearance and it seemed like he has a relationship with Miss Carter? I never knew that Miss Carter is well connected to Damien Cross. “ Peter remarked, he didn't mind if people were going to hear him as he insulted M
Mark frowned when you heard Nicholas' words. He clenched his hand into a tight fist as he stared at Nicholas. He knew welm about the fact that Nicholas disliked him and it was other than Eva's fault because she was the one that made him make a bad impression in front of Nicholas. “I'm sorry for what happened, but this was all my fault because Mark was just trying to protect me." Christine suddenly spoke up, defending Mark immediately when she heard Nicholas. Nicholas stared at Christine for a brief seconds before he spoke up. “ Does it look like I care if your fiance is trying to protect you or not? I only care about the fact that your fiance nearly ruined my father's birthday banquet all for a stupid reason.” Nicholas was extremely cold and dark making Christine take a step back unconsciously. Upon seeing that Christine was being overwhelmed by Nicholas' questions and words, Mark held Christine's hand before looking at Nicholas. “I understand where you are coming from, Mr. Grason
Damien used his long legs to his advantage and closed the distance between them and the black Bentley Bentayaga that was already waiting for him.Ray was completely stunned to see a beautiful woman in the arms of his master. His boss has never carried someone intimately before. He quickly claimed down out of the car to hold the door open for them.“To the nearest hospital now!" Damien ordered, immediately after after Ray entered the car. At this moment, he cared less if his driver would brake the speeding law. He didn't mind the endless ticket that might pile up from the car ride. Right now he only cared about Eva, whose breathing was heart wrenching slow.Every few seconds through out the ride, she would let out a moan of pain and the quiet noise was enough to cause prickling pain to his heart. Despite him having an expressionless look on his face, he clenched his jaw tightly and couldn't help but internally blame himself for not carefully watching over her properly.‘ How could I be
“Can you remember what she had consumed within the past three hours?” The doctor questioned, gently flipping to a page on his tabloid. “No," Damien curtly answered, staring at Eva's face.“I see. Well, according to the treatment required that we gave her, we discovered unknown certain drugs and bacteria were found in her system. The sudden occurrence of high levels of bacteria attacking her immune system might've overworked her body. The drugs found were also used as an overdose. I mean to say that one pill of that drug is considered an overdose because of the chemicals in one pill and without being monitored under medical expertise it could be highly dangerous to take these drugs alone. Plus, we didn't just find one of these drugs in her system but three pills in her system which are on a whole different level of dangerous. If she was an hour late before being brought to the hospital, she might be in a critical condition because the drugs would have circulated throughout her body by
“That will be all for now so I will be taking my leave. I will order the nurse to come back and take care of the lady." The doctor announced.Damien didn't say anything and just nodded his head before the doctor stepped out of the room. "Nightmares? Little kitten, what could be making you have nightmares? “ Damien muttered under his breath as he touched Eva's forehead with his finger . He knew it wasn't due to working late that was making her not get any sleep since she was currently jobless, so the only other opinion was her having nightmares like the doctor had said.Damien stared at Eva for a few more minutes before pulling out his cellphone.Shane, who was halfway done with the task that Damien ordered him to do, heard his phone buzzing again. He let out a groan and nearly banged his head against the laptop in front of him.(Demon king: Go through all the security cameras and see who placed something into Eva's drink. She is in a blue dress.) Shane sighed after reading the message
“No, we're not." Damien coldly replied in a dry tone. He opened the takeout boxes and placed them onto a portable table. Eva arched an eyebrow, taken aback by surprise when he placed the tiny table onto her laps so that she can eat while in bed. She stared at him like he had instantly grown five additional heads when Damien handed her a wet wipes and utensil. Why was he being so nice to her? She thought he wanted her dead. Or is this the final phrase? Is he planning to poison her to death? Eva knew that she was being optimistic at the moment. But she had no choice but to be like this because the man standing in front of her was the dangerous man in the country and based on the rumors she heard about him, he is not the kind of person to forgive his offenders easily. Unfortunately, she had happened to be in the list of his offenders, however, she was still surprised that she was alive up till today but seeing him being this nice suddenly made her worry. She would rather prefer it if he
“What-" " Eat first.” Damien cut her off again coldly, his voice was stern and firm leaving no room for argument. Eva grumbled under her breath before heaving a sigh of defeat at the stubborn man standing right in front of her. Damien peered intently and hard at her, patiently waiting for her to object to his words like she normally does, but to his surprise she didn't.Using her spoon, she scooped up a spoonful of soup and began to eat like an obedient little girl. The faster she eats this food under Damien's watching gaze the earlier she can get her phone. Seeing her inhale the food like it was air, Damien's gaze softened. She was finally eating and putting so much needed nutrition in her body. He took off his jacket and placed it on the back of the chair. He sat down and crossed one of his long legs over the other, then leaned back on the chair. His sitting posture was no different to Demon king that he was, with the bright chandelier light basking down on him.Damien planned to
" Speak." George interrupted her from speaking finish, with his lips twitching uncontrollably. ‘This silly brat can't even make an attempt to coax me knowing that I'm angry.’ George thought in his mind. Just now when he had picked her call and heard her address him ‘grandfather' he was taken by surprise because no matter how hard he tried to tell Eva to address him by that, she didn't listen. He thought that the first time might have been a mistake or slip of tongue but when he heard her calling him again the second time his lips arched up into a smile.Originally, he was furious and agitated that she had disappeared for the past three days leaving only trails of crazy and absurd headlines published about her, though her name wasn't mentioned in the headline but how could he not recognize his granddaughter being held by Damien when he saw the pictures on the internet which caused a long lines of wrinkles on his forehead.He was incredibly worried about her, especially when his privat
As Damien led her to the couch, Eva suddenly halted, making him turn with a questioning brow.“You know,” she mused, tilting her head with mock seriousness, “before you interrupted me, I was actually offering a very expensive consultation service.”Damien crossed his arms, amusement twinkling in his dark eyes. “Oh?”Eva nodded, tapping her chin as if in deep thought. “Yes, I used to charge companies millions for my insights. So technically… you owe me.”Damien let out a low chuckle, stepping closer. “Let me get this straight,” he said, his voice rich with teasing authority. “You walked into my office, sat in my chair, went through my documents without permission—and now you’re asking me to pay you?”Eva grinned. “That’s business, Mr. Cross. Nothing is free.”Damien smirked. “And what if I refuse to pay?”Eva pretended to think, then shrugged. “Then I guess I’ll take my brilliant mind elsewhere.”Damien’s eyes darkened slightly, but he played along. “That would be a shame. Tell me, Mrs
Minutes passed, and Eva quickly grew bored.She had been in Damien’s office many times, but she still found herself looking around. It was immaculate and organized, but it lacked anything personal. Nothing in this room screamed Damien—except for the towering stacks of documents and reports on his desk.Her eyes narrowed as she walked over, running her fingers lightly over the ridiculous amount of paperwork.“No wonder he barely has time to eat.” She muttered, shaking her head.The sight of his overwhelming workload triggered a familiar ache in her chest. She remembered her past—being buried in work, managing her father’s company alongside Mark. She had spent countless nights drowning in documents, starving herself to meet deadlines, and yet… no one had cared. Neither her father nor Mark had ever asked if she had eaten.Her fingers clenched slightly against the papers.She had left that life behind, yet here Damien was, doing the same thing to himself.Determined to help him, Eva sat i
The sleek black car pulled up in front of Cross Enterprise, and Eva didn’t waste a second stepping out. Instead of the casual home-cooked meal she initially planned, she had opted for something more refined—a gourmet lunch from one of the most renowned restaurants in the city.“Wait here,” Eva told Gwen as she adjusted her coat.Gwen smirked knowingly. “Of course, take your time, lover girl.”Eva rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. She knew exactly what she was doing. There was no need to hide anymore—not after the scandal had already made headlines, exposing her connection to Damien. So, she walked into the building with confidence, her heels clicking against the polished marble floor of the grand lobby.The moment she stepped inside, all eyes were on her.Employees, visitors, and executives alike paused in their conversations, their gazes snapping toward the stunning supermodel who had just entered the headquarters of one of the most powerful companies in the world.It wasn’t just her
--- After the Fitting As Eva stepped off the platform, Gwen handed her a bottle of water. “You handled that beautifully.” Eva took a sip and smirked. “Christine’s getting predictable.” Trix rolled her eyes. “What’s next? Tripping you on the runway?” Eva chuckled. “If she does, I’ll be ready for that too.” Christine might have thought she could sabotage Eva with clumsy tricks, but Eva wasn’t easily shaken. When they got to her room, Eva sighed in relief as she kicked off her heels, rolling her ankles to ease the tension. “What’s my schedule looking like today, Trix?” she asked, rubbing her temples. Trix scrolled through her tablet, barely glancing up. “You have a photoshoot with Victoria this afternoon after you wrap up here.” Eva groaned, sinking into the plush chair. “Can’t we reschedule? At this point, I can’t tell if she’s just dedicated to her work or if she’s obsessed with overworking me to death.” Gwen chuckled, settling onto the couch beside her. “She’s taken a real l
The fashion house hosting the campaign had scheduled a fitting session for all the models. The room buzzed with activity as assistants, designers, and stylists adjusted gowns and accessories. Eva arrived, poised and confident, dressed in a sleek black dress. Gwen and Trix trailed behind her, chatting about the campaign’s recent success. Christine was already there, surrounded by a few stylists, her laughter deliberately exaggerated as she chatted with a designer. Eva ignored her and focused on her fitting. A stylist handed her an elegant white gown, its fabric shimmering under the lights. It was one of the most anticipated pieces of the campaign, and Eva knew this photoshoot would be critical. As she stepped onto the fitting platform, Christine made her move. A designer approached Eva with a clipboard, giving her details about the shoot. Christine, pretending to walk past, "accidentally" tilted a cup of coffee in Eva’s direction. Time seemed to slow. The dark liquid splashed on
Christine arrived at the elegant restaurant exactly on time, her usual sweet smile in place. Despite her outward composure, she couldn’t deny the slight unease settling in her stomach. Victoria had announced Eva as her chosen model two days ago, yet here she was, inviting Christine for lunch. It didn’t make sense. Christine had had done everything in her power to sway Victoria against Eva, planting doubts, twisting the truth, and playing the concerned friend. But it had failed. Eva hadstill won. So why am was. she here? Pushing aside her skepticism, Christine decided to play along. If Victoria wanted to meet, she would act as if nothing was wrong. “Victoria,” she greeted warmly as she reached the table. “It’s so good to see you. I was surprised by your invitation.” Victoria, sitting across from her, barely reacted. Her expression was unreadable, her fingers lightly tapping against her wine glass. Christine took a seat gracefully, keeping her smile in place. “I have to say, you
-- As soon as the meeting ended, Christine marched straight toward Eva, her heels clicking against the marble floor. “Sister,” she greeted with a bright, almost saccharine smile. “What you did back there was so impressive.” Eva remained expressionless, her arms crossed as she stared Christine down. Christine’s smile didn’t falter. “I didn’t realize you had such a creative spark. Tell me, when exactly did you see my idea and decide to… improve upon it? Did you happen to glance at it while I was working?” Her voice was sweet, but the accusation was unmistakable. Before Eva could respond, Trix stepped forward, her sharp gaze locked on Christine. “What exactly are you trying to imply, Christine?” Trix asked coldly. Christine feigned innocence, tilting her head. “Oh, nothing serious. I was just wondering how my idea—one I spent so much time refining—was suddenly overlooked in favor of something… so similar.” She cast Eva a knowing smirk. Eva arched an unimpressed eyebrow. “You mea
The collaborative campaign was one of the biggest projects of the season, featuring elite models, renowned designers, and a top creative team. Eva had spent days preparing for the brainstorming session, refining unique ideas that would make the campaign stand out. However, Christine had no intention of letting Eva shine. This time, she planned to steal the spotlight—by stealing Eva’s ideas. It's been a week after Victoria's incident and just like Tanya had advised her, Christine had piped down. However, it seems her patience is finally going to pay off now that she has seen an opportunity to use. --- The atmosphere in the conference room buzzed with anticipation. Top executives, marketing directors, and creative leads gathered, ready to hear proposals for the campaign’s direction. Eva had spent the past week crafting a concept that was both elegant and modern, something that would redefine high-fashion advertising. She sat at the table, confident but cautious. Christine was
Eva sighed, but she maintained her composure. “That’s not true,” she said firmly. “I have nothing but respect for your designs and what you’ve achieved in this industry.”Victoria raised an eyebrow. “And you expect me to take your word over hers?”Eva met her gaze, unflinching. “Yes. But I also believe actions speak louder than words. Let me prove my sincerity by working with you on something that reflects your vision entirely.”Victoria’s expression softened slightly. “So you’re proposing a collaboration—on my terms?”Eva nodded. “I want to respect your artistry, not overshadow it. Whatever you need, I’m here to deliver.”Victoria hummed thoughtfully, tapping her fingers against the table.Eva arched her brow. “What? You think I’m lying?”“No, I can tell you’re being sincere.” Victoria leaned back, crossing her arms. “I was just wondering how you managed to be such a bitch last night, and now here you are, offering me a deal. It’s like you’re two completely different people. My frien